Martial techniques were also divided into different categories. These were defensive, offensive, support and movement. The most expensive were the defensive and movement skills, particularly because they directly increased one's chances of survival. Offensive skills were also quite expensive, these skills directly damaged one's opponent.
Support martial techniques or skills were the cheapest or the most common. They were the kind that either fitted in none of the other three categories or were in more than one. In general, it was well known that the more uses a martial skill had, the less potent it was in one particular area.
It was considered worthwhile for one to have at least three skills, which were specialized in one particular field, especially the one that had aspects from all the three. Of all the four types of skills, movement techniques were the rarest and the most difficult to comprehend. They required complex use of qi and a lot of technique to use.
The martial technique that Bastian was planning to use was called Vector Steps. It was a support skill that focused more on movement, and it supplemented speed and strength, making it partially an offensive skill as well.
Vector Steps was technically a support skill, but it could easily qualify as a top class movement skill, at least to Bastian's standards anyway. It was an attributeless technique, which meant that anyone with any type of an attribute could use it. Attributeless martial techniques were also very cheap and common. This was so because they did not pack the punch an element had.
Every element had its own specialty. For example, earth martial skills often improved strength. This meant that attributeless techniques were usually less powerful. Yet Bastian was baffled.
Vector Steps was an attributeless support technique. According to martial technique common sense, it was the lowest of the low in terms of caliber. Yet Bastian could tell that this was a very powerful technique, one that required good use of forces. Bastian knew that he would only be able to use this technique due to his awakened bloodline. Otherwise he would not be able to master this technique, let alone use it instantly.
The technique also required one to be a middle disciple at least and even then, one could only use it for less than a minute, since it used up quite a bit of yuan. Bastian was a quick thinker and he could easily economize his time. He had already decided on how to deal with these scorpions.
After flexing and jumping for a moment, he sprinted straight toward the scorpion group; they could sense that they had been compromised, so they started coming out of the ground one by one, in an orderly file. The first being the one closest to Bastian, which was at that particular moment only 30 meters away.
Bastian had managed to catch them off guard, preventing them from using their usual attack pattern.
Bastian took this opportunity and started weaving from side to side as he ran, his fists were guarding his face and his eyes were focused. With his elbows in, shoulders tucked, and knees bent, he started weaving in an eight figure shape, whilst going forward.
The moment the first scorpion was fully exposed above ground, the second one was just about to appear, that was when Bastian activated his Vector Steps. Qi started moving along certain paths in his body. Bastian's senses heightened temporarily, his brain started to think at a faster pace, to such an extent that time seemed to slow down a little bit.
V saw Bastian's strange posture and weaving motions. She silently observed and her curiosity was piqued. Then just when Bastian was only a few meters away from the scorpion, his silhouette flashed.
A sudden burst of speed made him look like he had disappeared. Then his body seemingly materialized in front of the leading scorpion. A left hook penetrated its eye in an instant. Bastian was moving so quickly, that the scorpion barely had time to react. By the time its body had reacted, Bastian had already retracted his fist. His silhouette flashed once again. This time he reappeared in front of the second scorpion.
This time he used a right hook, and in the same manner like its predecessor, the scorpion failed to react in time.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The same scene repeated itself four more times, the victims being the last four scorpions. After the last attack, Bastian changed direction and moved in a straight line toward V. He was so fast that his movements kicked up clouds of dust, leaving virtually no clear air behind him. By the time he had returned to V, the clouds of dust he had left behind him started to disperse.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Six loud thuds rang out in the open desert, with each thud; more dust and sand would be displaced. Although V couldn't see what was ahead, she knew exactly what Bastian had left in his wake, complete and utter annihilation.
He was moving fast, but with her cultivation and her unique training, she could clearly see what had just happened. He was alternating between left hooks and right hooks, speeding up to reach a scorpion, then slowing down to strike.
He had obtained a near perfect and melodious rhythm. Even as a warrior with experience, she had never seen anything quite like it. She whistled in admiration. Each hook, covered in fire qi, penetrated an eye, reaching straight into the brain, and without a doubt, killing the beasts instantly.
Bastian stood in front of V, he was panting heavily since during the entire process he wasn't breathing. He was afraid of disrupting his rhythm.
Although Bastian was a cultivator, he was still at a level where he needed to breathe, especially after such a taxing moment.
After some very quick thinking, Bastian decided not to economize his energy. Instead, he decided to use as much as he could in one burst, so he could catch the scorpions by surprise and finish the fight quickly.
"Does that...thing even have a name?" said V in admiration.
Bastian frowned, and furrowed his brow, as if he was thinking. After a few seconds he clapped his hands, a smile plastering his face, as if he had had an epiphany.
"I call it, the Vector Roll!" said Bastian with gusto.
He calls it?
V put two and two together, figuring out that Bastian had come up with the technique himself. She had assumed that it was some type of all-powerful technique given to him by his bloodline. Techniques given from awakened bloodlines are called Bloodline Legacies. Truth be told she was not far off in her conclusion.
Bastian did not have any Intention of lying, so he told her the truth. He told her about the Vector Steps. After hearing that it was an attributeless support technique, V wanted to argue with Bastian. She believed it was a movement technique, and very powerful one at that, but she was too lazy to argue so she let him continue.
After explaining about the Legacy he just used, Bastian went on to explain the boxing technique. V frowned deeply. She clearly did not believe him. This time, she could not hold back, and started arguing with him.
"Look I'm telling you, that is not a Legacy. That is a simple fist technique." said Bastian.
"Don't lie! I'm an assassin remember? I'm trained to master all basic forms of hand to hand combat, and that Dempsey whatever is not one of them," said V in a rather annoyed tone.
The boxing technique Bastian had just used was called the Dempsey Roll. It was a technique he saw in a Japanese anime he had seen on earth, and was the reason he chose to do boxing in the first place. It was created by a boxer from the early twentieth century.
It was also the move he had put the most effort in back on earth. It did not really suite his technical style because he had weak punches, but he practiced it anyway, thousands of times.
Now that obsession seemed to have paid off. V was an experienced warrior; she could see a practiced technique when she saw one. That was why she did not believe Bastian when he told her that it was a simple fist technique. Simple or not, Bastian previously had a weak body that had not studied martial arts. She was not convinced. Not by a long shot.
"So it was you who caused that large apparition. I'm glad I arrived before others did."
Suddenly, in the dust clouds next to them appeared a silhouette. It seemed they had lingered around for too long. They had intended to leave the site where the apparition had appeared, in case an expert with a very powerful cultivation appeared. It seemed their fears had come true!
Out of the dust came a young woman. She was very attractive and wore extremely revealing clothes. She had tattoos covering her exposed left arm and had what looked like a mohawk. With a flash, she appeared next to Bastian and V. She grabbed the two by their necks and lifted them up.
V immediately fainted for some reason, whereas Bastian remained conscious. This woman was not radiating any power, nor was she oppressive in any way. Her aura gave the impression of a normal human, yet no matter what Bastian did, he could not loosen the grip she had on him.
"Boy, I do not know why he likes you so much, but you better thank the stars that he does, and that I just happened to be nearby, otherwise...
Anyway a storm is coming here, and a large one at that. After such a ridiculous apparition, this area will be a war zone filled with people looking for you. I am sending you away from here for a few months, until it calms down. After about 6 or so months, you should be back here. Good luck," said the woman.
Due to the grip she had on his throat, Bastian could not speak. Then after her monologue, he lost consciousness. Just before he blacked out though, he was shocked to extremes. The Sovereign Continent only had one language, which was virtually no different to English. There were no other languages.
Yet Bastian had no doubt, that the woman who had overpowered him, was speaking Chinese!
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Bastian regained his consciousness and opened his eyes, dumbfounded by what he saw before him. While still a little dazed, he propped himself up, Bastian absorbed the sights. The room was more like an arena to be precise. The walls were black and had many weapons hanging on it. The roof was as black as night. Yet that was not why Bastian knew it was an arena.The real reason why Bastian knew that this was an arena was because in the arena besides Bastian was a group of chained people. Each person was chained to one other person.Having realized this fact, Bastian looked at his shackled feet to see who he was chained to. It was a shivering teenage boy with long white hair. His upper body was bare whilst his lower body only had a loin cloth. This was no different from Bastian and the rest but what made the boy unique was that he was awake, yet his eyes were as lifeless as an abandoned ruin.His pupils were strange, they were grey. This meant that this boy could ha
In a private room, a person was seated on a lavish chair, behind that person stood a middle aged man.The person seated on the chair was wearing lavish robes, where as the man who was standing was dressed in simple robes.In front of the duo was the view of an arena. Inside the arena were shackled slaves, each going toward the wall choosing a weapon.The person seated in the chair was quite young. He was a teenager who had just entered youth.He sat there nervously, gazing at the vicious looking men below."Kai, are you sure they can't see us?" said the young man nervously."Young master, rest assured that they cannot see us. A formation had been placed above their heads, so all they would be able to see is a roof. Adding on to the fact that their cultivation had been sealed, I can guarantee that no harm can come to you." said Kai as he laughed.One look at the two and it was clear what kind of relationship they had. They were a serva
...As Kai stood there shocked, his Master was in a similar position. The young man had also seen the purple haired boy head for the gauntlets. The two just stood there, doing nothing. It wasn't until the purple haired boy had worn the gauntlets that one of them spoke."Kai, do you believe in destiny?""No young master.""If not destiny then what are we looking at?""A coincidence young master, merely a coincidence.""Humph." The young man snorted in disdain at Kai's response. He sat back into his chair and focused on the arena, curious as to what the purple haired boy would do next. Although Kai would not have admitted it, he too was curious.There were plenty of other weapons left on the walls to choose from. Although only shabby ones were left, there were still quite a few that would be more useful than gauntlets.Gauntlets were not a popular weapon amongst such fights, due to the fact that all the contestants had their cult
....Bastian was ripped. First the baldy and his companion had finished all of the available prey. Now the white haired freak had killed the giant's companion. This was bad.It was quite clear that the giant and his partner were at a higher tier than the rest; therefore Bastian figured he could replace quantity with quality. The giant was big and strong, while his companion was fast, accurate and agile. They complimented each other and covered up the other's weaknessBastian was positive that facing both of them would be quite the challenge, after seeing the massacre they had just done. Yet now one was dead, which significantly lowered the difficulty.At first Bastian was intimidated by the giant, but after seeing him in action those thoughts faded.Bastian knew he could easily defeat such a slow target, so his anger toward the white haired boy got serious.After pounding him into the ground and declaring his stance, Bastian looked at the wh
As Tate looked at Bastian, awe filled his mind to the brim.This is it. This is the warrior I have been waiting for.Tate was afraid of death, but he had already accepted his fate. Now his chance to fall at the hands of a warrior with incredible potential was nigh, so he wanted to take full grasp of it.Bastian's ability to completely suppress the blind disaster, only further reinforced Tate's respect for him.Bastian on the other hand, was quite unhappy. One could even say he was angry. He was normally the type of person who was passive and hard to anger. But a culmination of certain factors had pushed him past his limits.First, was the fact that he had spent the past few months being tossed from one place to another against his will. His current soul was the combination of a man from earth and a young pampered noble, thus this was not a pleasant experience for him.When he thought he finally had control over his life he was then back to w
...Bastian was getting bored. His attempt at improving his reaction speed was becoming more and more pointless as time went on, because Tate's swings became slower and easier to predict.This was not only because the giant was tiring, but also because Bastian's eyes were adjusting. Thus when Bastian saw that Tate had stopped, he decided to put an end to this farce.Bastian's mind had finally returned to what could be said to be a good place but he was still not his usual self.Be it Bastian from Earth or Sebastian from the Sovereign Continent, both were very calm and hard to anger. They were very passive in terms of emotions and would never get enraged in the truest sense of the word.Now that the two personas had fused, they had changed each other. Bastian had come out on top over his far younger companion. Thus, it was more accurate to say that Bastian had devoured Sebastian. Either way, the new Bastian was different from both of his former pers
.....As soon as Bastian had finished his words, the light in Tate's eyes had dimmed. Bastian let go of the giant, allowing the body to fall lifelessly to the ground.Bastian walked away from the corpse and looked at his bloody hands.Nope. Don't feel anything.Bastian had thought that perhaps after taking his first human life, he would feel something. But the opposite occurred. He felt nothing.Meh, it's actually a good thing. This will make my life easier. Speaking of my life, why did the giant know I was strong?Never mind that, he's already dead. I have bigger fish to fry.Bastian looked at the unconscious white haired boy. He truly pitied him and wanted to assist him. After a few moments, an opening suddenly appeared by the wall, with armored guards walking out....Bastian was told to carry the white haired boy out of the arena as they were being led to their cells. Bastian was surprised to learn that he and the wh
Kai and his Master were being led by guards through a passage, one that lead to the cells where the slaves were kept."Young master, I understand you're very happy with what has just happened, but please keep in mind that we should leave this building as soon as possible", said Kai with a grim look on his face."You have been rushing me this whole time, and yet you refuse to tell me why. You know I don't like being rushed Kai, especially during a meal", said the young man in a matter of fact tone as he walked.I thought blood and gore sickened you, yet you immediately demanded a meal after the fight.Kai shook his head as he realized he knew less about his Master than he had thought."Either way young master, we shouldn't dally here. I have important duties to which I must attend to at home", said Kai.The young man stopped and looked at Kai, disbelief plastered on his face."What duties?""They are duties that are too menial t
The streets of Yani City were abandoned for the city was under siege. The usual hustle and bustle of the markets, the shouting and cursing from the arena and the footsteps of civilians were now like ghosts of memories past. No one would have accepted that this was a previously active peak C-class city. Repeated attacks from previous years had taught them many a painful lesson, especially when it came to evacuation procedures. The entire city had been safely evacuated to a large underground bunker by the Dwight family members.As the de facto leaders of the city, they had the ability to mobilise all city resources under them. The troops provided by the Yorks made sure the civilians followed the orders and kept the peace while the Cole provided provisions. The large bunker was under the stewardship of the Oxlade family.At an intersection, in one of the richest districts in the city, an area considered just outside the Dwight family compound, stood a relaxed Guy, looking at the sky. He
Let's rewind time a bit to understand what was happening. All the bigshots of the Cole family and Shasha family had gathered together. Bastian had put together a plan, and they were getting told what to do."First is the southern wall. This will be the only defensive battle on our hands, so it makes sense to have most of our soldiers there. Vermaelen will take most of General Moto's soldiers and hold the wall for us. This job is probably the most simple yet most pivotal.The aquatic daemons will have to climb over the wall to have any chance, so all Vermaelen has to do is keep them away from the wall. If that's hard, then take care of them if they climb it."Vermalaen grunted in response. General Moto was uncomfortable handing her his troops, but he trusted Bastian so he nodded, giving his blessing."Both Sula and General Moto, select and take the most elite soldiers from both armies and make a second group. This group shall move in tandem with Tino
Every ten or so years Yani City would accept a new batch of mercenaries within their city. The unsuspecting mercenaries usually came from far away lands, so they had no clue regarding the tragedies that would befall them from the horde. On the Sovereign Continent, wars were as numerous as the stars in the night sky.Plenty of cities and countries would rely on mercenaries to deal with the problems that plagued the, with Yani city being no exception. The difference between the weak and strong however became apparent at this point, with the strong cites having strong home grown armies.Onismo York stood above a pile of daemon corpses.These were some of the birds that had made it over the wall. Onismo had stationed his men just behind the west and north side of the wall just in case the mercenaries were overwhelmed.The man was adorned in armour from head to toe while his right hand held a large battle axe that was far bigger than what his body should be able
Kitrid started breaking into a cold sweat, because Meera's point was quite valid. Best way to deal with a horde this size is to deal with the alpha. The problem was that in this case the alpha might be too strong for them to handle, so Kitrid was not sure how they were going to go about it."What is taking Tyson so long? The support he promised should be here by now" Kitrid was fighting on the east wall facing the south east direction from which the horde was coming from. Due to the fact that his troops faced the full brunt of the horde, the elder council had promised support. Tyson Cole represented the elders by giving his word that he would send reinforcement if they were in dire straits.At the moment they had lost thousands of men. Thousands more were injured and even more were to fall in battle if this were to continue. The birds in the sky and the beasts on the ground formed a perfect combination minimizing all the advantages Kitrid and his troops had. 
Bastian sat in the Cole family garden. It was a charming botanical wonder full of flowers Bastian had never seen before and well trimmed trees and hedges in neat little rows. Soon the plan would be put into action, and Bastian's mind had been racing. Several gardeners were tending to the maize of stunning flora. His clothes were fine and comfortable, provided by Tyson Cole while Bastian had been living under his house to prepare for the ensuing battle that was to come. His hair was growing again, in fact he found it grew quite quickly, but Bastian had become accustomed to keeping it short.He had been taking walks in Tyson Cole's garden more frequently in the past few days, choosing to seclude himself in meditative isolation as much as he possibly could, and he knew why. Since the deafening roar – no, that was too recent – since he had woken up in a foreign body in this foreign land and trapped with this foreign soul inside him that claimed to have become a
She regained her footing and prepared to fire again. The thunderbird was busy snapping at something. She realised it was one of her men that the alpha thunderbird must have snatched as it swept over the wall.A few more chomps and it swallowed, leaving a dismembered leg to fall limp to the ground. Meera conjured another bow and began firing arrow-lances like crazy. With amazing agility it dodged them all and returned for another bite.it was clear the alpha was faster and stronger than normal thunderbirds, but Meera kept firing. As it swept over the wall again it snatched up another soldier with its tremendous jaws and took another one in its talons. The soldier trapped in its talons was still alive and was struggling to get free. The alpha thunderbird simply squeezed and there was a crunching noise. The soldier stopped struggling. The talons released him and he fell limp all the way to the hard ground.The alpha thunderbird made another hundred and eighty degree
He was one of Kit's commanders and had been charged to hold the eastern wall. Now as the behemoths came closer he found that all the thoughts that had plagued him earlier. All the uncertainty seemed to fade away. Now his mind was clear, except for one thought. It was of her. He imagined her waiting for him in the city after the battle, and held on tight to the memory. They were getting closer now. Large, herbivorous behemoths with three large horns arranged in a triangle; two on its head and one on at the tip of its snout. They shook the earth as they knocked down anything in their way. If they got through then the city would definitely fall.Suddenly something heavy came down on him. He hadn't expected it. It knocked his horse over, throwing him to the ground. it was the corpse of a thunderbird that had been slain in mid-air. As he fell he spun around and kicked the thunderbird into the path of an oncoming behemoth. The lumbering beast tripped on the corpse, resulting in a d
Yani city itself was situated on a large desert island. the island itself was about the size of a small country. The daemon horde usually came from the far south east region of the island where there was a vast jungle that had not yet been consumed by the desert. While the inhabitants of the city could leave whenever they wanted, the island happened to be rich in one thing: minerals, and lots of them. This is what had drawn humans to the island and forced them to stay. Now the city was thriving and it was too late to turn back.As Kit scanned the horizon all he could see was sand and trees until the point where the sky touched the ground. But there was no doubt about it, the horde was coming. He turned around on Valo, to face his men."Listen." He said, calmly. His voice was loud and clear, and as the archers on top of the walls were all cultivators he knew he didn't have to speak very loud for them to hear him. "Can you hear it?" as the wind faded into the backg
Kit took a deep breath. His heart was racing, but his mind was surprisingly clear. Maybe he just couldn't hear himself think against the blaring noise of the sirens of Yani city warning them all of what was coming, a constant reminder of the impending doom in Kit's ears.His uniform was new, or it may have been Kit had never seen actual battle, which did little to inspire his men's faith in him. He led a band of mercenaries that had been hired by the elders of the city about ten years earlier for this very purpose. It was less a band and more like a small army and for ten years they had known the horde was coming. They had talked about this day, trained for it, and waited for it for ten years. Now the day had arrived and the city expected to get its money's worth.It was obvious that the past ten years had been all talk for most of the mercenaries belonging to the avenging shield mercenary group. They wore light black leather uniform. Kit, their commander,